He That Discovers Himself, Till He Hath

Let The Words Of A Virgin, Though In A Good Cause, And To As Good Purpose, Be Neither Violent, Many, Nor First, Nor Last; It Is Less Shame For A Virgin To Be Lost In A Blushing Silence Than To Be Found In A Bold Eloquence.

Rather Do What Is Nothing To The Purpose Than Be Idle; That The Devil May Find Thee Doing. The Bird That Sits Is Easily Shot, When Fliers Scape The Fowler. Idleness Is The Dead Sea That Swallows All The Virtues, And The Self-made Sepulchre Of A Living Man.

Be Very Circumspect In The Choice Of Thy Company. In The Society Of Thine Equals Thou Shalt Enjoy More Pleasure; In The Society Of Thy Superiors Thou Shalt Find More Profit. To Be The Best In The Company Is The Way To Grow Worse; The Best Means To Grow Better Is To Be The Worst There.

O Who Would Trust This World, Or Prize What's In It, That Gives And Takes, And Chops And Changes, Ev'ry Minute?

O Lust, Thou Infernal Fire, Whose Fuel Is Gluttony; Whose Flame Is Pride, Whose Sparkles Are Wanton Words; Whose Smoke Is Infamy; Whose Ashes Are Uncleanness; Whose End Is Hell.